I had a chat with my good friend, Eternity.
“How’s it going?”
“Like aways….you know….”
“Nothing ever changes?”
“Well, it seems to…but after a while,
say 10 to the billionth power eons,
it all starts to look the same.
You know what a cliche is?
The universe begins to run out of surprises.”
“I’m not sure I understand.”
“There are a lot of oak trees…the leaves all look similar.
Try to tell someone from Alpha Centari to take out the trash.”
“Wow…that’s pretty deep.”
“No…that’s long. Space is deep.”